Mann Ke Darpan Mein Dekhe Hai Kitne Rang Jeevan Ke
Saat Surr Milke Jaise Sangeet Mein Dhale
Phool Chun Chun Ke Jaise Gulshan Koi Khile
Mann Ke Darpan Mein Dekhe Hai Kitne Rang Jeevan Ke
In the mirror of heart reflected, one sees so many colours of Life
The way seven surs merge into Music
The way different flowers bloom into a garden
In the mirror of heart reflected, one sees so many colours of Life
Pal Mein Baadal Hai, Pal Mein Kirnien Hai
Bhor Hai, Saanjh Hai Kabhi
Ek Pal Mann Niraash Hai, Aas Hai Kabhi
Pal Mein Muskaan, Pal Mein Hairaan
Pyar Hai, Bair Hai Kabhi
Log Apne Hai Ek Pal, Gair Hai Kabhi
Pal Yeh Kab Jaane Din Bane
Jaane Kaise Din Badle Saal Mein
Ungliyon Pe Gine Agar
Yun Toh Saal Bhi Guzre Hai Kayi
Pichhe Mudd Ke Jo Dekhe Ik Baar
Aaj Bhi Yaad Hai Sabhi
Yaadon Ke Saath Khwaabon Ke Silsile Chale
Beete Har Pal Ke Rang Har Khwaab Mein Mile
Mann Ke Darpan Mein Dekhe Hai Kitne Rang Jeevan Ke
In a trice clouds abound, in a moment rays,
dawn at times, dusk sometimes
One moment the heart is in dismay, in a moment hopeful
In no time a smile, in a snap surprised
Sometimes there’s love, at times animosity
People are yours a moment, sometimes strangers
When do these moments turn into days?
How do days turn into years?
If one counts on fingers
many years may seem to have passed
when one reflects back, even once
everything, in entirety, is recollected
alongside memories, walk a caravan of dreams
each dream is hued with the colour of bygone moment
In the mirror of heart reflected, one sees so many colours of Life
Din Ladakpan Ke Manchalepan Ke
Kitne Maasoom they Sabhi
Ab Hai Afsoos Laut Ke Aayenge Nahi
Pal Do Pal Ke Hai Saare Ehsaas
Pal Do Pal Ki Hai Zindagi
Rishten Naaten Bhi Khel Hai Pal Do Pal Ke He
Behti Nadiyan Ki Dhaar Ke Jaisi
Har Khushi Aani Jaani Hai
Saansen Jab Tak Hai Chal Rahi
Dhadkanon Mein Jab Tak Rawaani Hai
Ek Roshan Diye Ke Lau Jaisi Zindagi Ki Kahaani Hai
Aandhiyon Mein Bhi Zindagi Ki Yeh Lau Jale
Saans Ki Lay Pe Umr Ki Dastaan Chale
The days of childhood, of playfulness!
how innocent they all were?
The regret now that they won’t return!
Ephemeral are all emotions
Transient is life
Even relationships tend to be momentary games
Like a wave of moving river
Each delight comes and goes
Till the breaths continue,
till there’s a flow in heartbeats
like a bright candle-flame is the story of Life
Even in hurricanes does this flame burn!
upon the tempo of breaths the story of life taps.
